Feather FragileHer heart is feather fragileHidden so deep insideFractured and hard to handleHer broken lullabyGhostly words echoing through herA coldness like winterAny moment may undo herLonely and splinteredClouds heavy with the tears of an angelThat was caught and is hopelessly tangledIn the web of lies that the world has weavedA fabrication she thought she believedHer halo slips and it falls to the cold groundShatters asunder; not a single soundHer tears soon follow and they washed awayAny little hope that might have remainedHer heart, so feather fragileBehind a lock and a matching keyNobody will ever handleThis heart that belongs to meThe sky goes pale with a lifeless shade of greyAs the sun sets light begins to fade awayIn one last final effort, she struggles to break freeTears now staining her delicate paper wingsRealizing that her fate isn't something she can escapeShe cries alone in solitude, unwillingly she waitsCounting stars, wondering if they careTracing scars&
SomeoneI need someone who feels this way about meSomeone who will love me and won't leaveThe man you were two years agoThe one I fell forMight have been that guyBut he doesn't exist anymoreI've accepted the fact that I love someone who is not coming backIt's like loving a ghostWe used to know each other better than anyone elseNow we're strangersMaybe this is the real youMaybe you have no idea who you areThis could be the real meAnd I'm okay with thatI don't feel crazy anymoreHonestly, I'm probably better off without youI'm still working on believing thatI still miss you everydayAnd I know that you don't miss meI need someone who will stick with meThrough all the difficult momentsWho has seen me at my worstAnd still decides to stayI need someone to save me
People ChangeI've learnt that people change,It's not something I want to do,But it's something that I must arrange.Each speck of my life that I swept under the rug,Each time I said it didn't matter, with a dismissive shrug.Each time is still ticking,Just as each dog is still licking.Even when I'm not there.I saw someone look back in timeAnd pick up the pieces of her mind."This is me,Each little part,All of this was then,But none of this is past".She will show off each silly phase,It really was her, and not 'just one of those days'.Sometimes I wish that was me.To have a grasp of life today,Though it floats in my mind astray,Each bird, each word, each comedy.But only sometimes, do I wish that were me.There were times when love was all the rage,Subtle hearts, drawn on the corner of each page.Some to the girl I wish I could talk to,Some to the girl I wish would just walk throughMy mind and into the room.In time I came to see the reasons why,A love, life like this was doomed t
It's Not Love, Nor Art©LonewolfpuppyIt's not love, It's an obession,A beloved form of expressionwith a view that is quite freeing,It's not art. It's a way of seeing.Some might argue otherwise,"To think such is just unwise!"And though you may find yourself agreeing,It's not art, It's a way of seeing.It's not some super-natural stateThough crazy things, third eye does create.It's not love, but not without feeling,It's not art, It's a way of seeing.It's not love, It's an obession.It's not art, It's a way of seeing.©Lonewolfpuppy
Perfectionist ComplexI know I can never be perfect.I know I can never win.I know that.I do.But why do I always try so hard?To strive to perfection, that's all I want.Why can't I just be normal?Why can't I be like everyone else?Who laugh.Who cry.No.That's all the same.Laughing and crying are all the same things.I can't be perfect.I know that now.I will be perfectly imperfect.i Am PeRFeCt
Our Romantic CompositionSitting on the rooftops-We watch the others run:Our race is a different game.Not as much a contest,More of an artSo take my hand in yoursAs we begin this masterpiece;Without opinion -Pure beautyPure love.
Peter Panif i could muster the couragei'd ask You to grow young with me as time keeps moving forward without us, i can't help but think that dayby day; smileby fake smilei'm losing You to Neverland i'm selfish enough that i wish i could find a new way to clip Your wingseverytime You tried to saygoodbyebecause goodbye means going away andgoing away means forgetting you flying away and forgetting me somewhere along the second star to the rightis probably inevitablebut how am i supposed to live eternally (alone)in those moments when i catch a glimpse of the You i remembera flickering flame of mischief returning to the hardened eyes of aLost Boy did you think i'd ever be able to shut the window? you grew up one day while i didn't notice buti'm still waiting here folding and re-folding Your shadow becauseit'd be too painful to admit what i already know that Never is an awfully long time
Mistakes[Mistakes]"I've made a mistake" is something I'll sayWhich would be quite often, almost every dayAbout silly little things that don't mean muchAnd really big things that cause a lot of fussForgetting a book and even a testOr not remembering when you confessedNot taking out the trash at the end of the dayThat leaves this strong smell that just won't go awayArguing with my best friend, losing them at the endA relationship that could take many years to mendEven making new enemies at every right turnAfter acting without thought or any concernThe things I've said, the acts I've donePushing on my chest like a million tonnesThose little things never seem to endNor do the really big things that I must contendI'm not perfect, don't expect me to beWe all make mistakes that we can't set freeAll of them, however big or smallCan only make a human after allKirsten Z. Jacob